No sympathy

There are days I feel twisted as the branches on a dead tree,

At times all I want is to fly away and be free.

The pain is real, the aches are actual,

Even though some people may not think they're non factual.

When the day is tough to get through,

You must always learn to make do.

At times the day twists and turns as the branches go,

You learn to deal with the anguish it may bestow.

You must get up move on and give thanks for what you can do,

And I'm sure there are days you feel like this too.

So just move on, move forward forget the past,

The new day will be brighter than any other and no sympathy is all I ask.

Psalm 48:6

  Fear took hold upon them there,

 and pain, as of a woman in travail.